The blend of green seeps,
Deep, red sap creeps,
Between the knees
Of the cypress trees.
The buzzard shrieks, circles
The weak, feet sink
Thigh deep, women weep
The sun beats on concrete.
Moisture clings, cicadas scream
Too thick to breathe,
The moldy breeze,
Swarms pour from the trees.
They feast on pale pink
Gnash their teeth, down
To the ruby sweet
Damp, supple cheeks.
The preacher says ‘teach!’
Flies seek, decay reeks
Of the deception they speak
Spewed on the meek.
Hate rises from beneath
The rotted linen scene
Humanity not so keen
On history foreseen.
The swamp whispers, caresses
As no one confesses
Choking molasses
They oppress the masses.
Nov 1, 2025
Nov 1, 2025 at 10:22 PM UTC
The blend of green seeps,
Deep, red sap creeps,
Between the knees
Of the cypress trees.
The buzzard shrieks, circles
The weak, feet sink
Thigh deep, women weep
The sun beats on concrete.
Moisture clings, cicadas scream
Too thick to breathe,
The moldy breeze,
Swarms pour from the trees.
They feast on pale pink
Gnash their teeth, down
To the ruby sweet
Damp, supple cheeks.
The preacher says ‘teach!’
Flies seek, decay reeks
Of the deception they speak
Spewed on the meek.
Hate rises from beneath
The rotted linen scene
Humanity not so keen
On history foreseen.
The swamp whispers, caresses
As no one confesses
Choking molasses
They oppress the masses.
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